It had been 2 hours, and still no sign of Rex. Six had taken his jump jet, and was now searching for any sign of trouble in the local towns. Though Six would never admit it, he was getting really worried about the boy. Throughout all his years in this "business," Six never became attached to anyone, especially a co-worker (if Rex could be considered as such). But there was something different in Rex, a light, that Six had not seen since he was younger. Something inside him-ring, ring. Pulling him from his thoughts was the annoyingly familiar sound of his phone. Six pulled the annoying device from his pocket, and checked the caller id to see who was interrupting his solitary thoughts.

It was Rex.

"Rex," Six began his lecture the second he answered the phone "you can't keep running off and disappearing for hours like this. Tomorrow, you're not going anywhere 'cause you'll be sore from the extra training-." There was no response on the other end. No whining, or "But Six," just silence. "Rex, are you there?" Six tried. Still, no answer. Something's not right. The first mention of extra training and the kid won't shut up, Six thought to himself. If Rex managed to call his phone, then they might get a lead as to where he is.

"Dr. Holiday," Six said as he put his finger to his communicator, "can you trace the location of the call from my phone. It's Rex, but he's not answering."

"What?" Dr. Holiday exclaimed. Her shout made Six flinch in his seat, though no one would ever find out. "Is he alright? What happen-"

"I don't know. I got a call on my phone, it came from Rex's cell, but there is no one on the other end."

"Alright. Gimme a second," though Holiday couldn't see, Six gave a curt nod. About 30 seconds later, Holiday came back on: "Six, I traced the call. He's calling from somewhere in Bellwood's public library."

"Got it," and with that the line went dead.